Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

The last prisoner was holding a dinner plate and left with a little complicated mood.

Compared to eating myself into the hospital in the morning, I don’t know if the situation is good or bad. The acting warden sent the psychiatrist with a handicap to distribute meals to them, and forbid everyone to clean a bucket. Such behavior.

This makes the prisoners feel pain and happy.

By tonight, when the prison gangsters have ended their confinement and returned to their cells, they will definitely feel pain when they find that there is only spinach in the catering barrel tomorrow.

But getting a momentary respite is also a little bit of happiness.

The next person who came over with the dinner plate was Lecter.He raised his eyes and glanced at Strange's involuntarily shaking hand, his gaze gradually moved to his face.

Strange nodded sullenly.

In fact, Lecter did a favor for him not long ago, saving him from facing the ill Joyce guard alone in the cushioned confinement room, and even treated the patient to a certain degree.

He doesn't know how Lecter discovered that he was locked in a cushioned confinement room during the Hydra Riot, but the scene of the quiet and elegant tone coming in through the heavy iron gate would also reverberate in his mind from time to time. Now.

Thinking of this, his wrist trembled slightly.

Most of the potato soup was then sprinkled.

Lecter was silent for a while, Strange restrained his mood, took a spoonful again, and finally handed half a bowl of potato soup to Lecter's dinner plate.

This isn't exactly who Doctor Strange is targeting, anyway, it's good to have half a bowl of soup.

Mashed potatoes are not easy to spill.

Lecter didn't expect that the acting warden's lady was even more fierce than the warden's shots. The prisoners were hungry and full, and seemed to be tossed to the point of collapse.

After all, as long as their bodies are not dead, they can be rescued from prison.

At first this incident was indeed a bit surprising, but there have been too many things beyond human cognition in this world-even Superman has appeared, and it has been enthusiastically sought after by the metropolis.

After experiencing these, people's nerves gradually become numb, and it seems that no matter how unexpected they are, they can only be a little surprised.Even if there are too many unreasonable things in this prison, it is not difficult to accept in such an environment.

But in addition to the tough nerves that ordinary people are gradually being reshaped, with the arrival of the Super League, there are more superpower criminals.In places beyond the reach of the superstars, people can only watch their lives be trampled on.

Gradually someone began to complain: "Why can't you come faster?"

In the face of such a situation, many Chaoying’s immediate reactions were not to shirk responsibility, but to feel guilty for failing to reach the scene in time to save people.

Then the opposition became more and more intense, and it seems to be in common sense.

Strange gave Lecter a meal in silence, but found that the other party had not left.The prisoner behind him did not dare to urge, so he could only stare at the psychiatrist who looked good and bullied behind the dining table. Although Strange was very unkind, he was a handicapped psychiatrist who was "transferred" after all. Former neurosurgeon in prison.In the eyes of the prisoners, his situation was not much better than that of them, obviously a soft persimmon.

Lecter smiled at Strange: "It seems we will see each other often in the future."

"It's long time to meet." Strange was expressionless.Everyone knows that the ogre is a mental illness, but he still lives in an ordinary dormitory, and he has a guard as a bodyguard.

Strange knew why.

Although the warden’s ideas are often released, the prison still needs a real psychiatrist—after all, criminals have some psychological problems.According to his understanding of the warden, for every additional mentally ill criminal, a single cell must be built and an additional expenditure is required. This is simply the lungs of the warden.

He left Lecter here just because he wanted him to stifle the psychopaths of the prisoners in the cradle.

In other words, early detection and early reporting.

But the matter of reaching an agreement with an ogre always made Strange feel very unreliable.

Moreover, although Lecter has a psychopathic radar, it can be regarded as a kind of similar smell-he himself is a psychopath who should be tied up in a restraint suit and injected with a tranquilizer.

If it wasn't for the fact that he could restore the strength of the Supreme Mage by walking out of the wall, Strange would have rushed to the warden's office and forced him to lock up the ogre.

But the incident that happened last time made Strange again puzzled-Lecter could not help him, and he could even watch him and Joyce fight each other leisurely outside, or leave at this opportunity.

However, he chose to help comfort guard Joyce, but did not take the opportunity to escape.

This incident left Strange in his throat and had to put more attention.He looked at Lecter’s smile, thought for a while, and added a spoonful of mashed potatoes to him—considering that he was an ogre, he should be more vegetarian.

Lecter narrowed his smile, looked at the mashed potatoes with a frown, and shrugged slightly: "I think I should say thank you."

Strange: "..."

At the same time, Zhang Dianyu in the office is also paying attention to the vignettes in the restaurant, and at the same time remotely controlling the conversation between the warden and the psychiatrist.

After Stark left the prison, the computer was moved back to his office. At this time, he was searching for the correct answer from the Internet while filling out the mental identification form given by the doctor.

He deliberately controlled the speed and did not let the warden fill it out too fast, but the doctor still showed the expression of an old subway man looking at his mobile phone to the form he submitted.

Stark beside him looked solemn: "...Is his problem serious?"

The doctor glanced at him hesitantly.

"It's okay, you can just say it." Stark sat down next to him, "I can accept it."-but it may be a bit troublesome, after all, if the warden is going to take a long vacation, this time is quite chaotic. No one knows what will happen.

"From the final score, the patient's mental health is very healthy. Even in the evaluation level of the FBI and police agencies at all levels, it can be regarded as a very good psychological quality." The doctor seemed a little unbelievable, "but you mean him I committed suicide not long ago."

Stark: "That's what I saw with my own eyes!"

The doctor was silent for a moment: "Then maybe he is an expert in psychology and can avoid wrong answers."

In the warden's office at this time, Zhang Dianyu digs out Peter's unfinished licorice candies from the drawer, and grabs a dialog box that looked at the screen.He spent a huge sum of $80 to hire a "psychology expert" from the Internet, claiming to be a student who is troubled with his homework and needs some guidance in this regard.

But in fact, from this price point, the other party may be the real psychology student, and use his spare time to engage in part-time jobs.

But the problem is not big, just cheaper.

Zhang Dianyu didn't want to participate in the SEAL, as long as he can prove that he is a normal person-only in this way can he return to prison as soon as possible.

"Miss warden, can I come in?" With a knock on the door, Banner's voice came from outside.

Zhang Dianyu quickly reduced the dialog box and replied, "Come in."

Banner pushed in. Seeing Miss Rita who was behind the desk seriously threw a licorice candy into the trash can, she couldn't help shrugging, "In fact, that is the warden's favorite thing." Zhang Dianyu: "?" Did Banner misunderstand him? He just didn't want to waste it.

Banner didn't mean to continue to entangle this topic, but said anxiously: "Miss Rita, I heard that you assigned a new job to Doctor Strange-go to the cafeteria to serve the prisoners?"

Zhang Dianyu replied without changing his face: "That's it. Because there seems to be an inexplicable gluttony phenomenon among the prisoners, in order to..." He paused, skipping the word "saving money", and continued: "——Prison The normal operation of the system, I arranged Dr. Strange to the location of the incident, hoping that he can find out the source of this problem."

Of course, in fact, he also had some ideas in this regard-but if he succeeded, he said otherwise. After all, the Supreme Master is a part-time psychiatrist, and he hasn't been doing it for long, so the level is hard to say.

But even if he can't find the root of the problem, he can solve the urgent need of prison with his own hands.

Literally.

Banner was silent for a moment: "But Miss Rita, the prisoners will overeat because you said that if the leftovers exceed one bucket, only spinach will be available the next day-and most prisoners, including those they are afraid of, are In the confinement room, they dare not leave more than a bucket of leftovers."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Banner: "...?"

--That's it?

Many question marks were generated in Zhang Dianyu's mind.Is there something wrong with the prisoners’ ability to understand? Of course, what he said was within the number of meals.The food that is not eaten in the catering bucket can still be served on the catering table for the next hot meal. Is this a problem?

The prisoner in the confinement room was indeed hungry for most of the day.After all, short-term confinement is mostly within 24 hours. It is okay to leave them hungry for a few meals, which can deepen the impression of the consequences of violations and avoid trouble in two days.

As for the long-term confinement-that is the honor that Hydra and super criminals have.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at the opposite Banner and patched it calmly: "Oh, apart from this, crowded places such as cafeterias are also high-risk areas for physical conflicts. Doctor Strange is also willing to study the prisoners. Behavior."

Banner: "?" Strange said otherwise, and since his dinner plate was also served by Strange today at noon, he didn't even have enough.

Zhang Dianyu smiled: "Dr. Banner, you can rest assured that after Dr. Strange collects all the data, he can end this little research-is there anything else?"

He wanted to catch guests very much now, because the psychiatrist came in and wanted to talk to the warden, so he couldn't do both.

Banner left with a question mark, Zhang Dianyu quickly turned his attention back to the warden's remote control panel.The psychiatrist sat down on the sofa by his side and opened a notebook in his hand.

Zhang Dianyu took the opportunity to knock on the dialog box and asked if the "tutor" he hired was online.

The other party quickly gave an affirmative answer, and Zhang Dianyu was relieved.